Chapter 3: The Wrong Action
"Ok people, these people need a helping hand, so we will give 'em one and kick the Confederates back to Tarsonis!"
That was 2nd Lieutenant Beard, or Mr Beard for short; he was part of original Korhal Fleet. Anyway the Confederates are the current Government in this Sector of space, and they are a pain in the butt. They are a bit like a teacher that is really strict on a hot day. Their capital planet as you heard is Tarsonis.
"1st squadron will accompany Captain Raynor to meet up with Lieutenant Kerrigan at co-ordinates 78969 and then go to 86857, 2nd squadron to the co-ordinates 47594 to relieve the Antigan people, move out!"
Angel and me walked out of the barracks and went towards the Starport, this was a bit like an airport, but for space ships and it could also build ships as well, along with the other 6 marines to board the dropship that would drop us at the location, While Caleb had to stay at the Main Base to provide backup when needed. We had to make a pit stop at the Armoury to suit up with our suits and Gauss Rifles, with the same quartermaster with the Tri Core Wrestling Title.
"So, your have come crawling back have ya?"
"Ha, ha, very funny, just do your job." Smirked another marine.
The quartermaster always cracked jokes when you walked through the door, that's why he isn't so popular in bars. We suited up anyway, ignoring the smart-arse and continued the rest of the journey to the Starport. We met Raynor on the way; he was quite friendly and was one of the guys in no time, even though he was one of our officers.
On the way to the location on the dropship I told Raynor that I was part of the Mar Sara Regiment, and then he talked to me about when he first met the Mar Sara boys.
"When I first saw you boys, I thought that we would get along quite fine, now look where I am now."
When he first met with us, it was when we were supposed to go the 'backwater' post, practically an outpost that nearly sees no action. We were supposed to go there because the Confederates had to lockdown the entire planet, in other words, quarantine. So Angel and me both entered the 2nd dropship, while Raynor got in the first one. These dropships had rows of seats on the sides, while it had a small weapons cache at the end Good thing about these dropships is that you could get some sleep on the way.
"…"
'Boom! bzzzzzz! wooosh!'
"THIS IS DROPSHIP 2090, WE WERE HIT HARD BY AN UNKNOWN OBJECT, WE REQUEST IMMEDIATE RESCUE, I REPEAT WE NEED IMMEDIATE RESCUE, MAYDAY, MAY……………………………………….."
I woke up to the sound of an alarm, and also to the gaping hole that appeared in the side of the ship. By the looks of things, we were attacked by something while I was asleep (I had the reputation of being a heavy sleeper). But by the judge of the hole, it wasn't something from this world, or the Zerg.
"Alex…. Help Me!" oh no, Angel was on the floor, sliding towards the hole.
I immediately tried to reach to her while not being sucked in myself. I only just grabbed her had, but the pressure outside was too strong.
"I'm slipping Alex, I don't want to die!"
"I wont let go!"
I slipped; I held her hand even more tightly, even though it was too late. We were falling right into a misty canyon, with no way of knowing if we were to survive…after that… we looked into each others eyes, saying 'I love you' for one last time.